Recently I spent an afternoon in a bog observing an Osprey nest. On the other side was a Great Blue Heron rookery. I was standing in the bog, as far out as I could get to be closer to the Osprey nest. Thankfully the wind was gusting to 40 mph that day, keeping the dreaded, billowing black flies at bay.
As I watched the Osprey parents flying back and forth... this is the scene I observed when a heron landed too close to the Osprey nest.
"This looks like a great place to land"
"Bad timing Old Blue"
"Zeroing in"
"Holy #%^*"
"Whew, a close call!"
"I'm outa here."
